"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 9 | Where's Cartman?

Kenny's POV

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I smiled.

I fucking smiled for the first time in a while. A genuine one that wasn't from being around the person I like. One that was from actually getting enough sleep and feeling way better about everything.

Until the events from last night replayed in my mind once again. Then I wished I was still asleep or dead, whichever would come first/faster. A heavy sigh escaped my mouth, showing up due to the cold air. Everyone was staring at me, or just down in my direction in general.

"Does something seem off to you, like something is wrong or something," Kyle asked, finally breaking the awkward silence and tension building up between us three-- wait...

"Yeah, like we aren't being tortured and we're just having a nice, normal morning for once in our lives," Kyle said, also oblivious at Cartman's absence. They must think that he's still here (due to being around him so much), so they haven't noticed/gotten used to the change.

"Okay, are you guys that fucking stupid?! Cartman's not here!" I exclaimed, slapping myself in the face with my own hand, the SBF's then realizing the fatass wasn't here this morning. If he was running late, then we would hear him running down the road yelling "You guys! You guys," then adding something stupid afterwards.

"It's just too quite and awkward not having him around, and I guess I didn't notice," Stan awkwardly said, adjusting his hat as the bus approached out stop. As we got on, it was silent, everyone anxiously waiting the arrival of Cartman, probably wondering if he missed the bus again. 

I saw Stan, who was sitting a seat in front of me, check his phone quickly, only to turn around and shrug, noting that he hasn't gotten anything from Cartman. If anything, he probably would've texted Kyle first, usually to tell him he was running late (or just for calling him something).

A soft piano version of "Accidentally in Love" started playing from my phone, in which I immediately checked, mostly to get it to shut up, but to also see what Kyle sent to me. He usually sits in the back of the bus, usually talking to Craig, Tweek, and Clyde. He does talk to us, but just mostly at any other time during the day. It was a picture of...

Cartman setting something up? Taken from his Instagram story? I sighed and opened up messages, not wanting to shout anything halfway across the bus that could blow anyone's cover (especially mine) or risking walking around on the bus. I did not need a detention at a time like this.

What the fuck is he doing now? (Me, Sent)

 (Kyle (Hopefully Future Babe) <3, Received): Probably another Cartman thing, idk

Makes sense, but why would he put it on his Insta story? Kinda stupid isn't it? (Me, Sent)

 (Kyle (Hopefully Future Babe) <3, Received):  I honestly don't know, but it doesn't look that bad, right?

I wouldn't trust it. It's fucking Cartman, remember? (Me, Sent)

(Kyle (Hopefully Future Babe) <3, Received): OK, OK, fine. We'll talk about this later in class or something  

K. (Me)

Bye <3 (Me, Deleted)

I sighed for about the 5th time today, kinda losing track around 5 minutes ago, where the last of my fucks to give flew away. I looked around, realizing no one was sitting next to me, probably because they don't want to sit next to the "kid in the ratty jacket"

Heh, if only they knew what I did. Considering Cartman, he would've probably leaked the tape as of now, making one of his crazy claims and getting the whole school buzzing. But nothing happened... yet.

I tapped Stan on the shoulder, making him jump just the slightest bit. His ears turned slightly red as he faced me, kneeling on the seat to get a better look at me without hurting his neck. I explained the quick text conversation between Kyle and I, a trace of jealously appearing on his face. I ignored it for now, thinking it was nothing.

"Okay, so obviously he's planning something, but what is the real question," He started, thinking a little while opening his phone, most likely to look on Cartman's story. A screenshot and a little brightness and expose tweak and he was in the announcement room, hooking up a microphone or something. It was hard to tell exactly what he was doing, but it was obvious to where he was.

"Should we stop him?" I asked, a hint of panic in my voice. Usually this didn't happen (where I started to freak out), but maybe a few more hours of sleep were making me have... logical decisions?

When I was tired, I made more daring decisions, but came at a cost of always being hella tired and not willing to do anything. Actually getting sleep was a whole different story, which involved second-guessing myself, but keeping myself safe. I sighed (again) at my double-sided mind, wishing I went out last night. Me and my life choices, am I right. 

I was crushing on a guy who was probably obsessed with my superhero side, the person who ranked the lowest on the "Who's the Kindest?" list was The Coon, who was also fucking Eric Cartman, and the other friend I have who's kinda normal is just trying to help and exist when we have all this shit going on. 

We didn't even start the day and I already had a massive headache from overthinking everything and making rational decisions.

All I can hope is something good happens in the end, that's all.

"Please let this be a normal day where Cartman gets in trouble for something stupid, Kyle is himself, Stan is (probably) trying to win the heart of Wendy due to peer pressure and stuff, and I just go around reading Playboy magazines, acting like I'm totally 100% straight and the pervert everyone wants me to be," I started muttering, walking off the bus and going into school, Stan and Kyle following close behind, "without the whole school finding out I'm the vigilante that's been helping everyone out as best as I can."

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